In a field of nowhere blossoms
a shiny couple stand sitting
with visions of haze from cosmic rays
that will get them no more than home
to a place to geel strong
and to bring their friends along
a place where they belong
a place to not be wrong
Carried off floating away
from the day’s busy haze
habits and masquerades
falseness and charades
to a place where nothing is wrong
and every singer has a song
where all can get along
it’s a place to not be wrong